[Don't say the word. You know it's bad when sentient creatures styled out of male anatomy aren't the most blood-curdling sight you behold in a tour of the subconscious mind's greatest hits.]
I asked first.
[Like a dog with a bone, Ryuji's chewing on those last few glimpses before everything had gone black--the dumbbell glistening with something wet under the harsh artificial lights, the guilty bow of Mondo's head. He gnaws on the spiked, almost panicked rage, the girl attesting to look up to the strong Oowada Mondo.
She'd put her trust in him, and been repaid with violence. If eyes are windows to the soul, then manifestations of the mind the likes of which they'd just experienced are windows to the heart. Real or not, the fact that it'd featured in Mondo's mind says something about the person that mind belongs to.]
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I asked first.
[Like a dog with a bone, Ryuji's chewing on those last few glimpses before everything had gone black--the dumbbell glistening with something wet under the harsh artificial lights, the guilty bow of Mondo's head. He gnaws on the spiked, almost panicked rage, the girl attesting to look up to the strong Oowada Mondo.
She'd put her trust in him, and been repaid with violence. If eyes are windows to the soul, then manifestations of the mind the likes of which they'd just experienced are windows to the heart. Real or not, the fact that it'd featured in Mondo's mind says something about the person that mind belongs to.]